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Post by Warrior for Truth on Feb 14, 2006 22:47:11 GMT -5
Dude your so awesome!!!!!!!! i love it.
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Post by Brecia on Feb 15, 2006 14:45:34 GMT -5
Thanks....
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Feb 20, 2006 23:31:25 GMT -5
17 Silent Echoes
If you could see out the way I see in the tarnished antique quiet mossy, molding chamber of deep seated questioning you would see my mirth and madness see my pondering as hours flow like wine onto a table pooling red recollection each and every molecule a tiny vintage droplet of a life once lived and now elusive each jeweled bead a liquid echo and reflection of self the way I am peering out onto what once was lost amidst ruby spilling sentiment where the walls are windows and the windows mirrors of soul to eyes and back again You would see it broken in places but composite still shiny whole in places but deeply scratched like a broken record plays a tune warbled yet comprehensible You would save all your questioning, harassing wide-eyed longing for you would know as I do there is no mystic answer save One Lucky is as lucky does to this end I chant the magic number full of rich fermented Peace heavy, ripe with charity time and again counting on hands and feet to the Safe Place where beauty is clean pure silent as a moth fluttering in the sticky Port of conflict and memory.
-Author Unknown
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Post by Brecia on Feb 21, 2006 15:42:23 GMT -5
where'd u find that? it's awesome
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Feb 21, 2006 20:19:46 GMT -5
umm..... i found it with a piece of art with the same name from digitalart.org. i hate yall for getting me hooked on there. o well. THANKS!!!
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Post by Brecia on Apr 27, 2006 12:44:45 GMT -5
PARENTAL ADVISORY WARNING Scary for those who like chickens.
Brecia Provost A Word in Season 2 Original Canterbury Tale April 10, 2006
There was a court jester And gaily arrayed was he With long, purple pants And his tunic bright green.
Silver bells were on The toes of his shoes Those and his sash Were brilliantly blue.
When he walked, He strutted around He danced and he sang Extremely loud.
His manners were pleasant For the majority And making you laugh Was his priority.
Assistance he gave to women Old and young. He’d help with their chores Because he was strong.
He told many tales All night and all day But the one he told by the fire Is the one I will here say:
“There once was a man named Ben He fell in love with a hen They married each other And by his brother Ben was disowned until his end. “When his dear brother disowned him Ben then moved to Belgium He learned to cook, She learned to clean Him and his hen were the best team.
“Five years later, Along came a gator All hungry for some hen. He ate Ben’s wife, In all one bite, Then cried and cried, Poor Ben.
“So he chased the big gator And three years later The gator decided to eat him.
“To make things worse Ben had a sister, Who fell in love with a rooster He ****ed and doodled And Sally just “goo-gooed” Over this very handsome rooster.
“On and on they carried And finally they married, Then moved to France So Sally could dance And the rooster could eat some cherries.
“Well, while in France, And while Sally danced, Their house burned down And the rooster fried brown So Sally was lost in a trance.
“Sally was truly tired So when she caught fire She fell to the ground Made one last, loud sound And gave into its power.
“So learn from my tale about Sally and Ben— Humans should not marry roosters or hens Their love is temporary They are sometimes scary And they might just end up fried chicken.”
(Creative Writing assignment that I wrote at like midnight. I made 100 on it.)
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Post by Warrior for Truth on Apr 27, 2006 12:52:52 GMT -5
BRILLANT!
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Apr 28, 2006 22:28:07 GMT -5
HEHEHE ISNT THAT THE 1 U READ ME? I FRIGGIN LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! GREAT JOB BREE!!!
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Post by Brecia on Apr 29, 2006 16:06:48 GMT -5
Thank you thank you. I give the honor of that one to my sleep deprivation / caffine high.
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on May 1, 2006 15:36:09 GMT -5
Awesome.
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Post by Brok3n4God on May 5, 2006 17:41:03 GMT -5
Hahaha nice one. That was good!!!
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Post by Brecia on Jun 3, 2006 11:44:23 GMT -5
Falling down Kneeling before YOU Broken hearted Lonely and afraid lost and confused angry and in pain sick and tired All I want is your touch All I need is you
By me- Feb 2 2006
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Post by Brok3n4God on Jun 3, 2006 12:30:38 GMT -5
aww I like that!!!
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Post by JayPhreakThr3e9 on Jun 16, 2006 0:09:50 GMT -5
muy bien
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Post by xelguapo on Jul 5, 2006 4:15:44 GMT -5
well since you mentioned poetry.. heres some of what i wrote a while ago yeah its emotional.. ill tell you now lol, so yall can call me emo now. cuz i get very emotional over certain topics! anyway here you go...(this was writtin some weeks after i left my ex)
"Wishing I was Dead"
I don't think you knew All the thoughts of you in my head All the things I would do for you Killing me slowly.... Wishing I was Dead
It's like a drug Taken before bed Crying, looking above Killing me slowly.... Wishing I was dead
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